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Wednesday, November 26, 2008 9:57 PM
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i am currently damn fucked up.
fucking pissed.
fucking impatient.

should anyone just step lightly on my tail, that person's gonna die like crazy.

COS I CAN'T FIND MY FREAKING MAIN COMM SHIRT.
i am damn pissed off, cos i was just wearing it last thursday, and i remember wearing it home.
and I FUCKING CANT FIND IT ANYWHERE.
i threw all my clothes out.
i went to my brother's room to find,
i went to my mum's room and find like crazy!
i went to the washing machine without any clothes, and just hoping i can find some clothes out.

i cant see a single sight of my shirt.

i've got a freaking event tmr.
and i'm very tired.
i've got no more energy for this, please.
i can't borrow another shirt, cos it's freaking personalised!

FUCK!
don't do this to me.
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